Goodnight Kisses Novels & Stories

Emma had offered to buy me a new one, but this one worked just fine, other than an old battery. I set the bouquet of flowers and the bags of extra Chinese food in the back seat, coming back around for one more kiss. Owen pulled me close, his lips and tongue hot compared to the winter's night. I kissed him like I was drowning and he was air. Like I needed him in order to breathe. I wasn't sure anymore that I didn't.

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

“And it’s only the beginning, princess.” This time, the word makes my heart flutter, but it doesn’t scare me anymore. I don’t know who leans in first. Maybe we meet halfway, but when his lips touch mine, it’s slow and sure. A kiss that says he has time, that he’s not going anywhere. That he sees me. When our lips part, I exhale, my eyes still closed. “Goodnight, Xelina,” he says softly. I open my eyes, smiling now. “Goodnight, Lazlo.”

“You can’t be real. Too perfect to be real.” With his eyes still twinkling with delight, he leaned in and kissed me. And those lips. Dear God. They should come with a warning. Too hot to handle first thing in the morning. Easing closer, he opened his mouth and, bam, I groaned, sliding my body under his without realizing what I was really doing, just needing friction, more friction everywhere. He tasted good. Too good. The turd must’ve gotten up sometime recently and gargled with my mouthwash or something, because no morning breath could ever possibly taste this good. Oh hell. What if my morning breath was atrocious? What if—

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

He touched my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers like he was memorizing me. “I have to go,” I said quietly, leaning into his touch and never wanting him to stop. My chest ached with an unexplainable pain. I hadn't expected this moment to hurt this much. “My plane will be leaving soon.” “I know,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand went to the back of my neck. He slowly lowered his face to mine, kissing me goodbye one last time. The kiss was soft and warm, lingering and full of memory. I closed my eyes and took in every detail. The way his five-o'clock shadow scratched my lips, how warm he was, the taste of his tongue, and the scent of his cologne. I wanted to

"Please put me down" I reached the top of the stairs and put her down. She was blushing and avoiding to look at me. I walked her to her room and I stopped her by holding onto her hand. When she turned around and looked up at me. I put a finger under her chin and lowered my lips to hers in a soft kiss. "goodnight" I said and turned to go to my room. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

She warns before I put her on the bed. “Come on, I just want to cuddle and watch a movie” I laugh. “Fine, but I’m going to sleep” She smiles, cuddling into my chest. “Goodnight Kiss” I smile, kissing her head. “Goodnight Daniel” She mumbles, soft snores being heard. I start to calm down from our little episode, admiring the marks on Kisses neck.

Another kiss lands on my neck. Goodnight...., my peace.